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After servicing the whole deer ball team as a reward for winning their latest game, Lottle wanted nothing more than to have a cigarette in peace. She was in the depths of her heat and had already had too many days away from school. She was hiding in the ladies bathroom, her dainty gryohon feet tucked up so they couldn't be see under the door of the stall. she pulled out a ciagrette and put it in her yellow beak. She was meant to be in gym class, but she smiled to herself, thinking that she probably got her work out in already. In her final year she was grateful to be out of this place after being kept down so many years for absences.

She pulled out her lighter and clicked it on, being careful to keep the flame away from her fluffy white and grey feathers. As soon as she brought it to her cigarette, the bathroom door was kicked open by her gym teacher, like a deer caught in the headlights she froze. With lit cigarette in hand she looked at it longingly but knew she had been sprung.

"Lottle! Head master! NOW!" The teacher screamed. She looked crestfallen as she tossed the cigarette into the toilet, its flame extingushing as soon as it touched the cold water.

She dragged her feet to the head masters office, taking her sweet time as she marched to her fate. The headmaster was a blue dragon with a power complex. He relished his position of authority and enjoyed making examples out of students who challenged his rule. Lottle was no exception.

As she entered his office, she felt a rush of adrenaline. She knew she was in trouble, but she also felt a thrill of excitement. What would the headmaster do to her? Would he punish her? Or would he just give her a shouting at?

The headmaster glared at her from behind his desk. "Lottle," he said in a cold, stern voice. "Do you know why you're here?"

Lottle stood defiantly, her feathers ruffled. "Yes," she said. "I was caught smoking in the toilets."

The headmaster leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "And do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Lottle hesitated for a moment, then spoke boldly. "I don't see why it's such a big deal! I'm old enough to buy booze, a cheeky ciggy isn't the end of the world."

He reached into his drawer and pulled out a paddle, "Lottle," he said sternly, "you know that smoking is not allowed on school property. And yet, you chose to break the rules anyway."

Lottle tried to speak, but the headmaster cut her off. "There will be consequences for your actions. In this school, I am the master of discipline , and I think that's what you need right now."

Lottle's heart sank. She had heard rumors of the headmaster's punishments, but she never thought she would be subjected to one herself. She knew she had to take it, though. She bent over the desk and braced herself for the impact. The headmaster raised the paddle and brought it down hard on her backside. She opened her mouth at the sudden shock, but didn't make a noise.

As the headmaster continued to paddle Lottle, she felt a strange sensation in her body. It wasn't just pain anymore; it was a mix of pain and pleasure. She tried to stifle her moans, but she couldn't help herself.

The headmaster noticed her reaction and stopped paddling her. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Do you like that, Lottle?"

Lottle felt embarrassed but also turned on. She nodded weakly, and the headmaster grinned.

"I thought you might," he said. "Some students need a firmer hand than others, and it seems like you're one of them."

With that, he raised the paddle again and brought it down hard on Lottle's backside. She cried out in pleasure this time, and the headmaster chuckled.

He continued to paddle her, each strike harder than the last. Lottle moaned and writhed, her body aching with pain and pleasure. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she didn't want it to stop. The large blue dragon paused and stood back, spinning the paddle idlily in his paw. Lottle was panting, her backside sore, but he could tell her feathers around her nethers were a bit damper than they were before.

"You're a naughty Gryohoness, Lottle," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But it seems like you need a firm hand to keep you in line."

He brought the paddle down again, harder this time, and Lottle cried out in pleasure.

"You're such a weak needy slut," he said, as he paddled her again. "You take your punishment so well."

Lottle could barely hear his words over the sounds of her own moaning, but they only added to her excitement. She felt like she was on the brink of something amazing, and she couldn't wait to see where this experience would take her.

The headmaster continued to paddle her, each strike harder than the last, until Lottle was almost delirious with pleasure. She couldn't remember a time when she had felt so alive, so in tune with her body.

Finally, the headmaster put down the paddle and looked at her bent over his sturdy wooden desk, her puffy vulva that was begging for his attention, his member emerging from a tight slit between his legs.

The headmaster stepped closer to Lottle, admiring his work. Her feathers were flustered and her beak open while she panted for breath. Her soft downy feathers around her vulva soaked and he couldn't resist running a hand over the tender flesh under her white fluff, feeling the heat radiating off her body.

Lottle shivered at his touch, but she didn't pull away. She was still caught up in the sensations from the paddling, and she couldn't think straight. The headmaster leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "You need to learn, Lottle. You need to learn that there are consequences for your actions, and that sometimes those consequences can be painful."

Lottle nodded weakly, still too dazed to speak.

He continued, "And sometimes, those consequences can be pleasurable. You enjoyed that, didn't you, Lottle?"

She nodded again, feeling embarrassed and excited at the same time.

"Good," he said, as he lined up behind her, her tail instinctively raising. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

Lottle felt a surge of anticipation as the headmaster positioned himself behind her. She knew what was coming next, but she didn't resist. She was ready for whatever he had in store for her. Her ears twitched backwards as she felt his hard shaft rub up and down her puffy vulva, its tapered tip spreading her lips slightly as he teased her. She looked back as he paused briefly, his tip pressed against her sex. She looked up at his face, a sinister grin on his snout as he thrust forwards into her. Driving his hard, long member deep into her core causing her to cry out in surprise. Her body being forced to accommodate his large shaft as he plowed into her sensitive body. The deer team had already done a number on her, but while they were long and thin, the headmaster was packing a tapered shaft which stretched her to her limits.

As the headmaster began to move inside her, Lottle could feel a rush of sensations flooding her body. She felt a mix of pain and pleasure as he filled her. At first, the pain was almost unbearable, but as the headmaster continued to move inside her, the pain began to fade, replaced by a deep sense of pleasure that she was familiar with.

He almost hilted inside her, his thick knot mashed against her vulva and Lottle could feel his breath hot on her neck. He praised her as he moved, telling her how good she felt, how much he enjoyed punishing her.

"You're such a naughty slut bird aren't you Lottle," he whispered. "But you take your punishment so well. I'm impressed."

Lottle moaned in response, feeling a surge of pride at his words. She knew that she was being used, that she was nothing more than a plaything for the older drake. The headmaster's words only served to fuel Lottle's desire. She wanted more, wanted him to take her harder, to punish her even more severely.

As he pushed and pulled inside her, she began to pant with pleasure, her body writhing beneath him. "Fuck, you are so big," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. The headmaster's grin widened at Lottle's words, and he began to move even more assertively. He grabbed onto her hips tightly, pulling her back onto him with each thrust.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice deep with desire. "You like it when I take control like this."

Lottle gasped, her body arching against him as he continued to move inside her. "Yes," she moaned.

The headmaster chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Lottle's spine. "Good," he said. "Because I'm not done with you yet, You will take my knot and my seed." The headmaster's movements became even more intense, causing Lottle to cry out with pleasure. She could feel every inch of him as he stretched her tight body, his knot repeatedly smacking wetly against her folds every time he drove into her causing her to gasp for air.

The headmaster's movements grew even more forceful, causing Lottle to be rocked back and forth with each thrust. She could feel her body tightening, her pleasure building to a crescendo.

"Call me Master," he commanded, his voice low and commanding.

Lottle's eyes widened in surprise at his words, but she found herself unable to refuse. "Yes, Master," she moaned, her body shaking with pleasure.

The headmaster grinned in response, his movements becoming even more intense. "That's it," he growled. "Let me hear you scream my name."

Lottle's body was on fire, and she could feel herself approaching the edge. She cried out, her moans growing louder and more urgent with each passing moment.

"Master!" she screamed, her body writhing with pleasure, her body tensed up, and she could feel a wave of pleasure wash over her. It was the most intense climax she had ever experienced, and she cried out in pure ecstasy. Her body trembled beneath him as she rode out the waves of pleasure, and she could feel the headmaster still moving inside her, pushing her to new heights of pleasure.

The headmaster could feel Lottle's body tensing up around him, and he knew that she was climaxing. He continued to move inside her, determined to take her to the brink of pleasure and beyond, the headmaster could feel her body clenching around him, and he let out a deep groan of pleasure.

Despite Lottle's climax, the headmaster continued to move inside her, undeterred. He had to put more power into his thrusts to move in her clenching tunnel, but he didn't stop until he felt his own release approaching, he knew it would be a struggle to get his knot inside his new plaything, but that would be a problem for her.

"Such a good little Gryohoness," he groaned. "You take me so well."

Lottle moaned in response, her body still quivering from her orgasm. She could feel the headmaster's thrusts growing more urgent, and she knew that he was close to his own release. As the headmaster moved urgently, he let out a gruff growl. "I'm going to finish inside you, Lottle," he said, his voice rough with desire.

Lottle moaned in response, her body still trembling from her own orgasm. She could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew that she wanted him to finish inside her as well. With one final, deep thrust, the headmaster slammed into Lottle, his knot straining at her folds as he pushed hard against her. The heavy wooden desk moving slightly as he pushed harder and harder until with a cry from her and a groan from him, his knot slipped into her depths, Pressing his hard tip against her innermost barrier. Lottle cried his name as he reached his climax inside her fertile folds. She could feel the heat of his seed as it shot deep inside her, filling her up completely. As he unloaded inside her, Lottle let out a low, guttural moan, her body writhing beneath him and ears flicking forwards at the sensation. The headmaster continued to move inside her, prolonging their pleasure for as long as possible by giving her some hard sharp thrusts to make sure his shaft was as deep as possible.

As the headmaster pumped his seed into her, Lottle could feel his hot seed flooding her, claiming her ripe ovum, any chance of the deer team claiming her eggs was overwhelmed by her new master. His knot holding him deep inside her while he continued to claim her body. While she gasped for air he slid some paper work over to him and put a heavy folder on her back, Lottle could feel the weight pressing down on her, and she savored the feeling of being completely and utterly taken.

He clicked a pen a few times before continuing from where he left off, writing on the mass of paperwork that was now balanced on her back. Her ears picked up as she heard the lunch time bell ring, his hard knot still holding her firmly.

With a smirk he looked at her desperate face, "I think you will be serving detention in my office this lunch time. We need to make sure your lesson.. .Sinks in"